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Conjunctive Eyes 
 
Summertime images penetrate 
my corneas, focused by lenses 
to ride retinas to optic nerves 
feeding the mass of gray matter 
for interpretations. 
Can we trust our lying eyes 
that also bring us sights 
of sorrow and evil, despicable 
visions of decay laid to waste 
under greens of innocent grass? 
Why are we able and willing 
to see long-time loved ones 
as different beings when they 
act in ways that surprise 
and dismay our expectations? 
Does our awareness of betrayal 
and emotional destruction change 
our brains into gray slatethat can 
no longer accept beauty through 
wet eyes blurring?